a perfect night…
anywhere. it doesn’t matter where
if it ends up with you and me somewhere,
just talking about anything and everything
until sunrise, not wanting to leave the
energy we’re feeling for anything, ever.
a perfect night is one with the
“good night” you don’t
want to say.
– butterflies rising
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creative energy is necessary for me.
for how i find myself. and my voice.
for how i exhale. and how i heal. for how
i unbreak a broken heart.
– butterflies rising
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she started to wonder things, like…
but shouldn’t the voice that i hold inside
of me sound like my own?
– butterflies rising
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a love language…
the version of yourself
that you are in love with being
is who i want to love, too
– butterflies rising
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love shouldn’t feel like a choice between being loved or loving yourself… it should be where both things collide
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think about how
we give so much credit
to the heavy and hard things
for how beautiful we are…
how we tell others of the
darkness we’ve pushed through
and they say things like…
“it’s why you’re so strong.”
or they speak of all that depth and
texture it’s given our character.
and i think… it’s true.
but i also think…
of the soft places i’ve had to fall
where i can just be like a flower
and made of my wild vulnerability,
or of the moments in this life that
bring out my glow… and of the ones
who are there to witness it, and how
they tell me that it’s beautiful…
and of all the sparks of inspiration
like little embers on my pathways
that help spark my own fires that i
have waiting inside of me.
as much as i can see how we
grow from the push of darkness…
i think we also need that feeling
of light to help pull us into our bloom.
and maybe it matters more than we
know how much a little spark we
leave somewhere might be a
needed light… the way it could
remind someone they are made
of flowers… and help pull
them into their bloom.
– butterflies rising
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you’ve heard so much of how strong you’ve grown through darkness… but i think you’re made of flowers; how you bloom when there’s light on your skin
– butterflies rising
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it’s ok to take
small steps and deep breaths, love…
but you also have to learn to take up your own space.
and to not say you’re sorry when you do.
and you’re going to be rejected for these
wings you’re growing and these fires you’re starting…
for all of this sweet and wild rebellion in you…
but these are such. beautiful. things.
so you have to keep choosing you.
because nothing will matter if you reject you.
if it needs you small… you just can’t
let it hold you still anymore.
– butterflies rising
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to be with someone
who will let you breathe here.
and just be here.
and not ask anything else of you,
not to tangle in their weaknesses
or to heal their wounds…
they’ll just want to know you…
and have you know them.
someone who just lets you
feel beautiful here
while you wonder of your
dreams together in the
glow of the moon.
– butterflies rising
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you are not lost… the ache you feel is just soul memory, and the restlessness is just soul fire.
– butterflies rising
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